Fooled by faction leaders, who tuck tailed and ran. Only seeking higher reputation and glory, one waited in the scum. After watching everyone grab for glory, one waited to lead.
After following the morlock into the sewers she learned anarchy gives power.
After watching the military rain down hell on her life she learned humility.
Mercenarys, shoremen, the watch, all feared the final fight.
One didn’t, she prowled the darkness.
Seeked the weakest in power but strongest in character, she found the down trotten patriots.
Weak by their core, her learned bio skills brought strength unknown to the alliance.
Years of hiding and surviving brought a realistic view to light.
Build and survive, dig deep and live.
The core is to live.
No matter who you have to destroy.
Long live the Patriots, long live freedom of oppression.
Long live the black sheep who fill the void.
And destroy the enemy.
One day we might again be freed.